Beyond The Wall

Detail of Making the Van Gogh

by Charles “Tom” Brown

Copyright 2005

As I walked along, I heard decry of defeat and thought I would see if I could make my Van Gogh.

Sitting carefully in deceit, I didn’t want to flatten decrease in deplete of my pants. It might disturb depress of it.

However, detest of my intentions came when I read design. It warned me not to drive in defog. Even when I turned on delights, they didn’t penetrate devoid.

I didn’t want to pay define for device of disobeying design and driving in defog. Then, default would be mine, demean policeman would give me a ticket, and defer would fly.

Thus, when it came time for detest and for devote within myself, I took decide of not wanting to make the Van Gogh.

Wit sent by Tom

COOKIES – A LOVE STORY

Author unknown

An elderly man lay dying in his bed. In death’s agony, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookies wafting up the stairs.

He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort forced himself down the stairs, gripping the railing with both hands. With labored breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen.

Were it not for death’s agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven. There, spread out upon newspapers on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favorite chocolate chip cookies. Was it heaven?

Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted wife, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?

Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself toward the table, landing on his knees in a rumpled posture. His parched lips parted; the wondrous taste of the cookie was already in his mouth; seemingly bringing him back to life. The aged and withered hand, shaking, made its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife.

“Stay out of those,” she said, “they’re for the funeral!”